She mistakenly got into the bridal sedan chair and married a sickly but powerful minister, becoming

For a moment, the Emperor of Northern Qi was at a loss as to whom to hate or blame.

If he had listened to the Imperial Tutor's advice and hadn't gone to the Hidden Flower Pavilion, none of this would have happened.

Even if we take a step back and assume that the Imperial Tutor drank something foul and lost his mind, if Consort Shu hadn't drugged Yizhen that day, the two of them wouldn't have had this tragic relationship.

Who would have thought that such a coincidence could happen in this world?

but--

Yi Zhen lost her innocence, betrayed him, and even dared to give birth to an illegitimate child, who then impersonated his offspring.

It would be too good for her to die in the jaws of wild beasts.

Otherwise, I will definitely skin her alive and grind her bones to dust.

The Imperial Tutor's actions are even more unforgivable.

"You have worked diligently and devoted yourself to managing state affairs for me, but it turns out that you are not loyal to me. Instead, you have long harbored treacherous intentions and regarded the Chu family's empire as your own."

The Emperor of Northern Qi said through gritted teeth, "You know very well that I despise Yi Zhen, along with the child she bore. In this deep palace, with no one to protect him, he simply cannot survive."

"For your ambition, you colluded with the Duke of Zhao to have the child taken to the Great Zhou to be raised. When the child grows up, you will find an opportunity to have me bring the child back so that he can rightfully inherit my empire."

"What a brilliant deception! You've really got a good plan!"

The Northern Qi emperor, thinking that he had been completely outmaneuvered by his imperial tutor who had seized his empire without firing a single shot, wished he could tear his tutor to pieces.

"you……"

The moment the words left his mouth, the Emperor of Northern Qi felt a metallic taste rise in his throat and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The Imperial Tutor did not deny his ambition: "Your Majesty, you have no other children to inherit the throne, so it makes no difference to you who inherits it."

These words were like a sharp blade, piercing the heart of the Northern Qi emperor.

"You...you're dreaming..." The Emperor of Northern Qi glared at his imperial tutor, his hatred for him burning deep within him: "I...I still have...King Qi..."

"The Prince of Qi was not born to the Empress. The Prince Xian was your only son, yet he died at your hands." The Imperial Tutor spoke calmly, then stabbed the Northern Qi Emperor in the chest again: "You are the ruler of this land. Whether the Prince Xian committed a crime in Yongqing County or not is entirely up to you. If you had any courage, you wouldn't have killed him."

Suddenly, the Imperial Tutor laughed: "That's right. Your incompetence and foolishness are actually an advantage to me, otherwise I wouldn't have supported you to become emperor."

The Northern Qi emperor was so agitated that he suffered a sharp pain in his chest and coughed up blood.

Throughout his life, he hated it most when people mentioned his incompetence and folly.

But the imperial tutor said that he assisted him in becoming emperor because of his incompetence.

He was chosen by the Imperial Tutor.

It was not he who granted power to the Imperial Tutor.

Besides, the death of the wise king was a pain he could never erase for the rest of his life.

It was his misjudgment that led him to send his son to his death.

The prophecy made by Jiang Jianzheng did not refer to the wise king, but to the imperial tutor Yan Heqing.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

"Someone come here...someone come here..."

The Northern Qi emperor struggled, pulling on the bells on the bed curtains in an attempt to summon the secret guards and the palace guards outside to capture the imperial tutor.

However, no one responded.

Only now did the Emperor of Northern Qi finally understand why the Imperial Tutor dared to confront him so openly—it turned out that the Imperial Tutor had taken control of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

His heart sank, as if he had fallen into an abyss of cold.

The Northern Qi emperor refused to give up and desperately pulled on the bell, making it ring loudly.

Because he didn't want to die here.

"This Chu family's empire should have been returned to its rightful owner long ago." The Imperial Tutor coldly watched the Northern Qi Emperor make his death throes, brushing the dust off his sleeves: "If you won't give it to me, I'll have to come and take it myself."

The Northern Qi emperor looked horrified, as if he had seen a ghost.

He had spent most of his life searching for remnants of the previous dynasty, who were right beside him.

He originally thought that it was because he relied too much on the Imperial Tutor that the Imperial Tutor's ambition grew, and he fantasized about taking over the Chu family's empire.

But judging from the Imperial Tutor's words, that's clearly not the case.

Unexpectedly, the Imperial Tutor was actually from the previous dynasty.

And he was completely unaware of it, even raising a tiger that would eventually become his own enemy.

He's blind; he can't see the people around him.

When the Imperial Tutor dispelled the illusion.

All the truths have come to light.

It was at this moment that the Northern Qi emperor understood everything.

The plague in Yuncheng, the unsolved case of the Lin family's massacre, the stolen remains of Yizhen, the mystery of Prince Qi's origins, the riot in Yongqing County, the death of Prince Xian, and the rumors of Right Pillar State's intention to rebel...

These must all be the work of the Imperial Tutor, right?

The Imperial Tutor had two purposes in doing this: first, to help Zhao Yi quickly establish himself in Northern Qi; and second, to overthrow his political enemies and eliminate the royal bloodline so that Zhao Yi could smoothly inherit the throne.

The emperor of Northern Qi did not know whether he should feel sorry for himself or laugh at himself.

He considered himself the ruler of the world.

In the end, he was nothing more than a puppet in the hands of Yan Heqing... no, he should be called a puppet in the hands of Zongzheng Changyuan.

The Northern Qi emperor was greatly shocked. He couldn't catch his breath and made a "hoarse" sound in his throat as blood kept gushing out.

At this moment, Yan Yi and several civil officials entered the inner hall.

Half of these civil officials were former ministers of the previous dynasty.

The Northern Qi emperor instantly understood his imperial tutor's intention, his eyes widened, and he stared intently at the tutor. The more he tried to speak, the more blood gushed from his mouth, causing his face to swell and turn black, and his breathing weakened.

As expected, the Imperial Tutor took out a sheet of Xuan paper from his sleeve and handed it to the Grand Secretary: "This is the edict that His Majesty instructed me to draft in advance. You should organize the edict and finalize it."